Hitting a low point tonight. Burning out…. hopefully I can reignite fairly soon. Toast now though. Adapted from a Marc Maron rant, I like my version better though *ahem*:

I am riding on a Harley-Davidson, 100 Mph on a wind-swept desert flat, all alone. I’ve got a spiky mohawk and face paint, fingerless gloves and my body is covered with crude tatoos, metal studs and a tattered leather jacket. The sun is cold and pale and all around is miles and miles of horizontal emptiness. In the distance, a lone figure appears wearing a long coat of black crow feathers, a necklace of skulls, his face smeared with ash. He says “You’re late! Come with me, everybody’s waiting” We walk together for weeks until we reach a valley. There is an enormous geodisic dome covered in skins. We go inside where 200 beuatiful women from all over the world, all dressed in shredded furs are lounging around. He picks up a huge mallet and smacks a gong. “He’s here!!” he announces and points to me. The women.women squeal and rush towards me. “What’s going on?” I ask, as the women start picking at my clothes. “You and I are the only males left. You have to repopulate the continent, I have to go, besides I scare them, it’s probably the skull necklace.” He stepped outside, flapped his crow feathered coat and flew off. I watched him fade into a small black speck under the steel grey sky. Then I turned back to the dome full of women, hungry to start a new nation, I become calm for the first time in months.. I woke up and my bed was filed with cobalt.